This is a song about "Long john silvers"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Nights are still tough and long,

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

(and go berserk) all night long

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone